Chapter 128 How did you end up with Vera Holmby? [3 Updates]
The first time he received such a number was seven years ago when he was admitted to Norton University; it was from the Norton University admissions office.
However, he never received another call from Norton University.
The remaining calls were from his advisor.
So let alone outsiders, even they, the former students of Norton University, cannot get a glimpse of the full picture of Norton University.
It's so mysterious, and so alluring.
He Xun answered immediately: "Hello."
"He, it's me." It was indeed his mentor on the other end of the phone. "You shouldn't have been able to answer this call."
Upon hearing this, He Xun's throat tightened: "Mentor?"
"You should know this, right?" The tutor sighed. "The school is also recording your work to determine whether you can graduate without taking an exam."
He Xun's eyes darkened: "Yes, I know."
Because the assessment was too difficult, Norton University offered an alternative solution.
If students meet the school's requirements in their work, they can receive their graduation certificate directly without taking any assessments.
He chose to become a teacher at Qingzhi because the job is simpler and more convenient.
"The school is very disappointed with your performance today, especially since you were punished." The tutor said regretfully, "He, so the difficulty of your assessment has doubled. Two of the students you teach must pass the school's interview and entrance exam."
He Xun's expression changed instantly: "Mentor!"
This entrance exam isn't for D-level colleges; even if you can't reach S-level, you should at least reach A-level.
But if anyone can get into an A-level academy, what's the point of the assessment?
One is already incredibly difficult, two is practically impossible.
The assessment is one of two options, but the other assessment is more difficult, requiring you to solve a problem given by Norton University.
That's why he sought help from that online learning host, but in the end, it was all for naught.
"That's settled then, He." The old man was a believer. "God bless you, and good luck."
After the call ended, He Xun was still in a daze and hadn't come to his senses.
Far away in O continent, across an ocean, and in countless countries, Norton University was able to find out what was happening at Qingzhi High School.
While Qingzhi did issue a penalty notice, it didn't specify the details.
This reminded He Xun of another classmate from a year ago.
This student chose to work in sales.
The assessment content will differ depending on the choice.
On one occasion, his classmate was also punished by the company for verbally abusing a customer during a sales pitch.
Not long after, Norton University called, using the same wording.
It's as if there's nothing in this world that Norton University doesn't know.
He Xun pursed his lips, but didn't go to find the principal. He just sat in his chair, lost in thought.
**
Although Lu Zhi's medical skills were not enough to fully recover Madam Ying, they did help her improve her health.
In recent days, Madam Ying has been able to get out of bed.
Under Madam Ying's strong insistence, Ying Luwei had no choice but to go and process her discharge from the hospital.
She wore a hat and a mask, afraid that someone might recognize her.
Ying Luwei thought that after more than a month, time would heal all wounds.
But she secretly used a secondary account to log onto Weibo a few times and found that many netizens were still mocking her.
Her carefully cultivated fanbase was also universally condemned, and even the comments section was out of control.
This has led to her not daring to show her face, and when her studio occasionally posts her daily life, the comments must be selected.
After escorting Madam Ying home, Ying Luwei went to her private music room.
The sheet music on the piano stand was still Vera Hall's "Sun and Moon".
Ying Luwei pressed a few notes, then became resentful and slammed the lid of the zither down.
There are less than twenty days left until her concert.
Despite practicing for so long, she can still only manage to play 24 bars of "Sun and Moon," a world-class piano piece of great difficulty.
Not only are there many stumbles and setbacks, but mistakes are also made along the way.
If she were to perform on stage with this level of proficiency, her remaining fans would definitely unfollow her.
But the words had already been spoken, so what else could she do but not play "Sun and Moon"?
Ying Luwei was upset and had no desire to practice the piano.
At that moment, her agent called to inquire about her piano practice progress.
"No way." Ying Luwei suppressed her resentment. "What do you think Vera Hall meant? She's dead, why didn't she leave behind the sheet music?"
She also felt that there were several wrong notes, but even the pianists from O continent couldn't correct them, so what could she do?
"Don't let people online hear what you're saying." The agent frowned. "Even if Vera lived in the 18th century, her influence still exists today. You can't compare to her. If you don't want to get torn apart, be careful what you say."
"Okay," Ying Luwei replied perfunctorily. "I'm at home, and no one else can hear me, but what about my concert?"
“I have a suggestion for you.” The agent pondered for a moment before speaking, “Your current predicament is entirely caused by that fake heiress of your Ying family.”
"Why don't you invite her to your concert and have her play a piece?"
Ying Luwei was taken aback: "Let her play? She can't."
"That's precisely why we're making her play," the agent chuckled. "You could also say that you taught her piano, but she just couldn't get it right."
"You mean—" Ying Luwei understood, "to make Ying Zijin look bad so that I can solidify my fanbase?"
She enjoys the spotlight, which is why she markets her public image in the entertainment industry.
At the same time, she also had a deep understanding of how to manage fan circles.
"That's exactly what I mean," the agent said. "But you have to find a way to get her to agree, otherwise it's all for nothing if she doesn't come."
Ying Luwei was intrigued: "I have a way, don't worry."
"Anyway, it's always better to be cautious." The agent reminded him again, "Your concert tickets have already sold quite well, and the remaining fans are truly loyal. Unless you have a scandal like murder or arson, they will definitely not stop supporting you."
"Give me a few tickets, front row ones," Ying Luwei said, tossing a strand of hair. "I'll take them to my sister-in-law and the others."
**
Hengdian World Studios.
The Maserati arrived at its destination at 8 p.m.
At this time, most film crews are still shooting.
Many tourists also come here hoping to bump into celebrities.
Ying Zijing got out of the carriage, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and she raised her head.
This is a film and television shooting base, but it's mostly used for period dramas, so all the buildings are ancient-style.
She glanced at it and lost interest immediately.
After all, when she wasn't on Earth, she saw these things every day, and they were even more magnificent and enormous.
“There’s a nice barbecue place here, but tomorrow is May Day, so there are a lot of people here today.” Fu Yunshen leaned down slightly and naturally pinched the girl’s cheek. “Yaoyao, you play here for a while. Nie Chao will be here in a bit. I’ll go get a number.”
After thinking for a moment, he took out the daily nuts from his pocket and put them in her hand.
"You've been sleeping the whole way, eat this first to fill your stomach."
Ying Zijin nodded: "I'll wait for you."
Fu Yunshen got back into the car and went to find a parking lot.
A few minutes later, Nie Chao, dressed in a flashy pink suit, came from the other side, attracting a lot of attention along the way.
Upon seeing the girl, his eyes lit up: "Boss!"
Ying Zijing turned around and glanced at the slippers on his feet: "..."
I'm a little reluctant to admit it.
"Boss, I've missed you so much!" Nie Chao ran over. "Sigh, it's a pity that Seventh Young Master hid you so well that I couldn't even see you."
"I'm at school."
"..."
Why are neither of them able to understand?
Nie Chao scratched his head and immediately changed the subject: "Boss, my company is filming over there, do you want to go check it out first?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijing decided to pay him more attention: "Female or male?"
"Both men and women are available." Nie Chao had already received Fu Yunshen's instructions. "The women are beautiful, and the men are handsome. I guarantee you'll be satisfied, Boss."
Ying Zijing nodded slightly: "Let's go."
The two then walked towards the film and television base.
“This way, sir.” Nie Chao led the way eagerly. “I invested in a Qing Dynasty drama, and they’re filming it here at the Ming and Qing Palace.”
The Ming and Qing Palace Garden is a major attraction and filming location in Hengdian World Studios. It is a 1:1 replica of the Forbidden City, and it also imitates the etiquette of other dynasties and incorporates architectural features from the Republican era.
Ying Zijing thought for a moment.
When she first came to China, it was indeed in ancient times, I think it was the Qing Dynasty.
That would be even less interesting.
but--
The melodramatic dramas produced by Nie Chao's company were indeed quite to her liking.
"This is the royal garden," Nie Chao said as they walked. "It seems there's going to be some kind of drama between the concubines. Boss, I've even prepared a chair for you. Just enjoy the show."
These words made Ying Zijing glance at him again: "I can tell you about your love luck."
Nie Chao was delighted. He walked to the tree and was about to move the chair over.
But just as he picked up the chair, a staff member rushed over and snatched it away.
"What are you doing?" Nie Chao asked, bewildered. "This is my chair."
The staff member turned around and gave him a mocking look: "What, your chair? This belongs to the film crew."
"Isn't the crew's chair mine?" Nie Chao said angrily. "Give me the chair."
"Alright, alright, I don't have time to talk to you anymore. Miss Luo needs to rest too. Can't you wait a bit?" The staff member was already in a hurry to deliver the items, and being stopped immediately ignited her anger. "Can you compare to Miss Luo? If something goes wrong with Miss Luo, can you take responsibility? Or are you so weak that you can't even stand up straight?"
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